Poem | One Night In September
One night in December
Starlight twinkling -
Each of us knowing what
This means.
We ran down a dark, deserted
Street in the cold -
A dead end, but you knew
Where to go
Sometimes the answer can be both
Not one is right -
You can go into it thinking one
And another at the end
Of the night
And I'm tortured inside
Hunger is the worst -
Sleep never came so easily
And the punishment endures
I try so hard to remember
That one night in December
I loved you in December